Wei Junlan walked out of the tent. The eyes of the merfolk waiting outside visibly lit up, like puppies wagging their tails and begging for affection at the sight of their master.
"Sacred Ancestor."
"Get lost."
Ba Tian stubbornly followed him.
Wei Junlan drew a sword from his storage space and pointed it straight at his face. "Don't think that just because you took a blow for me and suffered for it, I won't dare kill you."
Ba Tian felt a fierce pressure rush toward him, pinning him in place. He dropped to his knees with a thud and bowed his head. When the pressure on him eased and he looked up again, that figure had already vanished.
Qian Wanyu could clearly hear every sound for dozens of miles around, especially since Wei Junlan had hardly kept his voice down.
Seeing Wei Junlan leave in a fury, Dongfang Minghui carefully lifted a corner of the tent. Outside, the Merfolk and Siren Merfolk still maintained their Chu-Han Boundary, keeping to their separate camps. Little Mute had his back to them and was rapidly gesturing to his people. As for Ba Tian, he returned with his head hanging. When he keenly sensed someone watching him, he shot a vicious glare toward the tent.
Guiltily, Dongfang Minghui let the tent flap fall and took a step back. "Seventh Sister, why do you insist on making Wei Junlan stay?"
Qian Wanyu knew she would ask sooner or later. She reached out, pulled her down beside her, and explained patiently, "I think the people behind this want to realize their enormous ambitions by controlling the living dead. The Merfolk live out at sea, yet they managed to find even somewhere this remote. Think back to what Her Majesty the Elf Empress was like when we